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You Will Not Be the Same by Stephen Mead

You brought me cigarettes.
I brought you cough drops.
Wounds were disclosed little
except in momentary darkness
after darkness.
Those shades brought light in
for quite some time. 148 more words

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Star sheets & New York Poets

Go outside,

yoga & bike rides     in the sun

or by the lake, learning from the lush breeze.

The smell of wet hay & smoke as your bike wheels skid on the leaves. 54 more words

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Steel and Air -a new film of a poem by John Ashbery

Directors Chris and Nick Libbey introduce their film of John Ashbery’s poem:

In the heart of Minneapolis stands the Irene Hixon Whitney Footbridge, designed by Siah Armajani. 212 more words

John Ashbery

"October" (5) - Louise Glück

5.

It is true that there is not enough beauty in the world.
It is also true that I am not competent to restore it. 126 more words

Drunken Library

"October" (4) - Louise Glück

4.

The light has changed;
middle C is tuned darker now.
And the songs of morning sound over-rehearsed.

This is the light of autumn, not the light of spring. 210 more words

Drunken Library

James Schuyler: Last Poems

I’m following a link here: one that takes me from my previous post – A Question of the Light – to a visit made this Sunday just past to Monk’s House in Sussex, once the home of Virgina and Leonard Woolf, and from there to James Schuyler, perhaps the least celebrated of the New York Poets, an Anglophile who never set foot in England, but who was fascinated by the English countryside and English gardens and read about them continuously, amongst his favourite sources being Virginia Woolf’s diaries. 157 more words

Poetry

he was always you

he wrote to me

sometimes he’d sing

the future we planned

was more than i’d imagined

the walls came down

1989’s Berlin

then he ran away… 65 more words

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